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“I did?” My brow furrowed. “Oh. Dagda.”

“Yes, the fact he’s still alive,” she drawled as she iced Lyra’s birthday cake. “And… Dad.”

I hummed. “I didn’t know if he was going to step down. I’ve cursed him a couple times—”

“A day. For the past six months,” Conor tacked on as he drifted into the kitchen, squeezing my waist with one hand before heading for the fridge.

Along the way, he kissed Aoife on the cheek then withdrew a bottle of juice which he tossed at me.

“You make me sound obsessive,” I teased.

He winked at me as he got some water for himself. “Nah. That’s not possible.”

Whistling as he left the kitchen, I watched him go, muttering under my breath, “It’s not fair to be that hot all the time.”

Aoife snorted. “I’d like to tell you that you get used to it, but you don’t.”

“What? Them being hot?”

She nodded then glanced at our sister-in-law who’d just shown up. “Camille, am I right?”

Camille patted down her hair. “Excuse me?”

Aoife stared at her knowingly. “You don’t get used to them being hot.”

“I’d say your agreement is non-verbal from the state of your lipstick,” I joked.

Her eyes flared wide before she walked over to the stove, grabbed one of the copper pots dangling from above it, and stared at her mouth in the reflection. She shot me a glower. “There’s nothing wrong with my lipstick.”

I smirked. “Made you look.”

She huffed but began patting her hair again. “And no, you don’t get used to them being hot.” She licked her lips. “Or the things they do.”

“Fan Camille down, Aoife. She’s overheated.”

Aoife chuckled. “Leave her alone. She’s young and in love.”

“And we aren’t?”

“We’re in love but we’re not young.”

“That makes me feel ancient. I’m like eight years older than you.”

She just snorted as she finished doing some special icing thing that made the frosting look like roses for Lyra’s Beauty and the Beast-themed cake.

“You spoke to him?”

“Who?” Aoife inquired.

“Your dad. Duh.”

Camille stopped patting her hair to study Aoife who just shrugged. “Once or twice.”

“You didn’t know he was going to step down?”

“No. Found out with everyone else on CNN yesterday,” she drawled, but the lack of hurt was feigned.

Davidson was fucked up.

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